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forward movement
02:15
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forgive me for asking
but why did you change?
i am the constant static of every channel you never receive
and forgive me for asking
but where did your beauty go?
you were the beautiful conductor of the orchestra in my life
the world has already changed
and now i'm just waiting on you
i forgave you for saying that i'd become so cold
it's just so much easier to miss someone before you really know them
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blind
01:40
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and when i opened my eyes
i saw light for the first time
my hands, measuring tape
my spine, weakened
my feet, afraid
and i never cried like i did the day i touched your face
and felt your imperfections
like craters, like sandpaper
measure, interval, distance, and time!
i felt your chin limply
i smelled your hair
and i heard your muffled cry
and i was ready
oh, death, i am ready
you showed me my face
oh, a velveteen touch and a failed embrace
and i felt your beauty
like porcelain
like water
like algebra
and i was ready to love
i am ready!
i just need to be loved!
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and i will love you now that the seasons have changed
through worldviews of matrionial range
we are slipping
slipping down the aisle
and i will haunt you now that the seasons have changed
by pristine logic and no emotional rage
this is happiness
don't dare to tell me you aren't
we are the ocean
swallow up the shifting sand
we are drifting, left for lost
and i am diving
hanging on a thin white thread
and i am drowning in you
and i will kiss you now that the seasons have changed
where all desire must be re-arranged
this is love
yeah, my lungs are filled with you
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accelerator, pt. 2
01:39
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you are a book of matches
and i'm your accelerator, yeah
you think that striking yourself
isn't going to give me that spark
but those tears do nothing but turn me on, baby
the way your sides flare out
give me nothing but motive
finger moving down your face
angular, but with purpose
which side are you going to be on when that day comes?
i've got you in a come-hither motion
locked by the hands in your hair
you are an immobile kite
trapped in the tree of my desire
and i'm dousing you
so that when you strike again
there's nothing available to burn
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sulfuric splendor
02:28
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i've been waiting here
for what feels like my life
for the road to ruin
to swing wide its beautiful gates
and hurl me down in sulfuric splendor
or for that enormous lion to roar
ride that horse and grab hold of its pestilent mane
i've got the locust by the hand
and i'm laughing the whole way down
swinging my broad sword
decapitating the firstborns
how's that frog in your throat?
tracing your outline with my tongue
like your body is coated in honey
and i'm dying to have an aneurysm
the rivers turn to blood
and i'm here holding you
waiting to be hurled down in sulfuric splendor
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6. |
infinite descent
01:47
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shattering everything self-sustaining
i've got poison numbers
and a sackcloth heart
and i'm rounding down a ceiling-step
and avoiding direct eye-contact
i've got poison numbers
from an ash-ridden mind
and i'm proving everything in plain sight
not avoiding complete transparency
i'm shattering everything self-sustaining
and wanting that which i cannot obtain
i've got poison numbers
and a void in my soul
and i'm sequencing all that is real
not avoiding uncoverable lies
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monotonicity
03:00
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it's been three weeks
since i packed my life into
small boxes with valuables
and small boxes marked fragile
like my heart, my heart, my heart
and you've sung so many melodies
and they dive right into me
like a songbird's plight over sinking seas
where you found me, the sturdiest branch on the tree
when my days are all passed by
and when my brain decides to move on
the world may be a delusional mess
but you'll be a perfect mistake
i won't let them in on what we make
it's been three years
since i've packed up my life
into some false sense of security
where never strives to be
your light in my life, where i'm set free
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folderol, folderol, folderol
take it all, take it all, take it all
these arms are ready to hold you
i'm a talented motherfucker
and you are spitting on my grave
when you look at me like that
say my name, baby
i can feel you buck against my chest
cracked spine echoing in solitude
"save yourself" is what you say
"lie to yourself" is what you mean
are you indoctrinated in mind?
put that mouth on me
let me taste that sweat
feel my stubble hit your skin
pretend i'm an illegal alien
and you are quartering me, baby
pretend i'm dr. frankenstein
kiss that bolt of lightening right through me, girl
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do i have to say
every single word to your ear?
you loot my grave
my mouth cracks
i'll say no
i can be that person
don't beg me
don't say please
don't make it about you and me
i look in the mirror
reminded of the time in the gas station
i thought my heart was calm
fucking just to feel
when i see your picture
i forgot everything of who i am
your eclipse
close the window
hold the breeze inside
when i see you holding his hand
you're an eclipse
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cigarette
02:45
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take a break
live life apathetically
you already work too hard
find solace in a parliament
so full of flavor
enjoy life's toxicity
and turn a blind eye to care
your smokey hands will wipe the sweat from your eye
and light up the night
through a filtered beacon so tight
you say you're addicted;
and i think you're just indifferent
so lie to the people who care genuine
fail to uncover your spot so blind
fill anxiety take reigns
as every artery clamps down
drive above the speed limit
let the hazy mind run free
stand in direct defiance
as serotonin levels fall
and turn a blind eye to care
use smokey hands to draw the blood to your brain
and light up the night
with culture's hook-and-sinker delight
you say you're addicted;
and i think you're just indifferent
so lie to the people who care genuine
and say it's not already conditioned
you kill yourself with every drag
and i know you missed me, because i'm not just like them. yeah; i was just like them.
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our young hearts are already dead
ancient and decaying
we will not know what it is to lay down
without these young hearts
i'm scared of being swallowed by the ground
is it a lack of fear of celestial bodies
and undeniable shaking?
i'm holding my hands out
to a rebellious reflection
this is not me
my young heart has already died
i'm holding hands out
back to the scene of the crime
i will lay down with thieves
and be handcuffed by you
i will be dripping wet
try to hold me
make the shaking end
i'm holding my hands out
i am drawing them back in
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this line is drawn
and it's tempting me to cross right over
your pull is strong
and i've lost myself to get lost in you
a velvet touch
throwing down my compartization
and i'vm crying now
rain on window
tear on bedsheet
i'm collapsing quickly
how picaresque this falling action!
lead me down the oregon trail
they've got it right
my hands are burnt
an oven heart and veins of fire
reduced to sweat
changing from your post-coital release
my hands fight back
tear my skin and get me off this world
my mind is numb
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accelerator, pt. 1
01:43
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sometimes you wake up
and pine for that reverie
other times you sip from a cup
and sink a bullet into that dream
there's no love lost there
there's a house in desperate need of repair
so much for american ideals
built on the blood of innocent men
bring me one last meal
i will have nothing left to defend
and stain my blood
on your privileged hands
dry my bones
wear them as jewelry
you're as charming as smallpox
wiping out the native man
you're a derelict love song
crafted in royalty
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your fingers traced my spine
slowly moving from side to side
prickling goosebumps
hairline proficiency
and i was hot
but i wrapped myself in blankets
clinging on like newspaper static
you were made for these times
shutters drawn
greenhouse effect
and i was hot
but you wrapped me up in blankets
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down (demo version)
03:12
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this always was your favorite;
the large picket fence on the horizon
it constantly reminds me of the searching
for someone i somehow, somewhere, lost
i formally bragged about my hazel eyes.
i now cover them in contact blue.
your fire burns the canvas of autumn's skies...
leaving a desolate summer behind in untruth
i find myself pining for the day...
when the sun doesn't shine
we bundle ourselves up inside
the smell of grass in spring
uncovers lust for nothing
...and it's just you...and it's just me...
...and it's just you...and it's just me...
i heard they are tearing down the fence
...and all i feel is cold now in this city
headlines read, "merely a commercial expense"
finally found your excuse to leave me
...and it's just me...
...and it's just me...
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16. |
there's a place for us
02:04
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there's a place for us
cinder block and cedar foam
treat it like the new wave
treat it like the black star
treat me like the time you would never spare
give me the time of day with null flare
wash my hands from the new sin
same as the old sin: skin-to-skin
tolerate the lowest of lows
ring the risk of the palm-rich high
grind and race to meet the goals
adjusting the outward
while glossing the inward
is like a achieving perfection
by taking a fixed stare
through a busted compact
with a cracked mirror
there's a place for us...
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Ian Craig Columbus, Ohio
Math dude by day, weirdo musician by night. Runs Little Pigeon Tapes.
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